The hob was full of people. It wasn't unusual, yet tonight there was a special reason to it.

Lucy Gray had returned from the Hunger Games, alive and considering the circumstances, well. Though it had been thought impossible, the little rainbow girl from district 12 had gone and won the annual Hunger Games.

You still remembered how cold shivers had run down your spine when Mayor Lipp had said Lucy Gray's name on the Reaping Day. Poor Lucy Gray. You had thought that you wouldn't see her ever again.

His own daughter, Mayfair must have arranged it.

But now she was back. Even though she didn't mention anything about the games, you guessed she was thinking about the arena and the Capitol.

Yet you had no time to think about it tonight.

Lucy Gray was back and ready to sing her heart out, you and all of Covey with her.

You help her to get ready, you chose one of her mother's dresses together and you got to style her hair.

"Can't take my charm, Can't take my humour, Can't take my wealth, 'Cause it's just a rumor." Your cousin hummed while you put the bird's feathers in her dark hair. Mockingjay's feathers.

"You're awfully quiet tonight, hope that Mockingjays didn't steal your voice." Lucy Gray said with a voice beautiful as songbird's.